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I am so, so sorry it's taken me so long to get this part out, I've been busy doing other things but here it is, please tell me what you think and I hope you enjoy this part.
A loud shout shattered Xander's sleep, followed by the sound of breaking glass. He attempted to jerk upright only to be pulled back down by the thick chain attached to his collar. He choked for a moment, trying to pull up again before remembering that he was tied up to uphold their ruse. He groaned, tugging it lightly before rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling. The door was slammed open and standing there was the person he least wanted to see, Buffy.
"Xander!" She rushed over to him, nimble fingers working on the collar, trying to get it off.
"Buffy, what are you doing here?" He asked quickly, watching her intently, covering up with the blankets.
"I'm here to help you, get you out of here!"
He closed his eyes for a moment, "You have to get out of here, they'll find you." He hissed.
"He's right you know." Spike smirked, leaning against the doorframe, "You know, I don't take kindly to having my pet taken from me." He smirked, stalking forward, looking over at him, "Haven't I taken good care of you?" He questioned, moving toward the slayer.
Xander kind of half squirmed back on the bed, "Yes…" He trailed off.
He smirked, "See Blondie, he's mine, and he knows it no matter how hard any of you try to deny it. So, are you sure you want to try to take him from me? I can make sure your life is a living hell."
She dropped into a fighting stance, "He's my friend and I won't let you have him!" She as angry, very angry, "You killed Giles! I won't let you take another person dear to me away!" She rushed forward, punching him hard.
Xander carefully undid his collar, knowing the trick to it. Slowly he got to his feet, he wasn't sure what his job was, what his task was in this mess, and was very tempted to reveal himself as he watched the slayer slug his sire in the jaw.
"Whelp!" Spike shouted, growling, Xander froze and Buffy looked behind her quickly.
"Xander! Get out of here!" She hit Spike again.
He growled again, "Get over here now!" His voice was dark and commanding, compelling him to comply.
He slowly moved toward him, acting like he was fighting not to. Buffy acted quickly when she was near him, "Xander, I'm sorry." She swung, hitting him hard enough to knock him out.
He gasped in surprise and crumpled to the ground. Spike growled as the blonde picked him up and bolted, the vampire immediately giving chase. Buffy made it to the main door before she ran into Angelus, the vampire growling lowly. Slowly she backed up, running into Spike's solid form. The younger vampire growled, easily pulling Xander out of her grasp. A rumbling purr escaped his lips as he nuzzled the brunette before growling at her.
"You don't get it, do you slayer?" Angelus stalked forward.
"I don't get what?" Her eyes narrowed angrily.
Angelus laughed, "That he belongs to us. You don't understand that he will never be free of us, of the desires we trained in him." He continued moving toward her, smirking, "You still can't kill me, can you slayer?" He was a breath away from her, a wicked smile on his face, "You sent me to hell once but you can't kill me." Spike held Xander close against his chest, nuzzling his throat, "Do you want to see something interesting slayer?" His smile grew, "Want to watch Spike take away your friend? Turn him into one of us?"
Spike smiled, his lips hovering over his flesh, game face firmly in place, "What do you say Xan?" He purred his hands roaming over the form pressed tight against him.
He struggled against him, waking up at the sound of his voice in his ear. Buffy smiled, "Doesn't look like he wants your little gift, bastard."
Both elder vampires burst into laughter and Spike spoke, "Do you think we care what he wants? He's mine and I will never let him go, eternity is a long time." He purred.
Buffy rushed forward, trying to barge past Angelus as Spike drove his fangs into Xander's throat, the young vampire shuddering against him as he drank. Angelus grabbed her, forcing her to watch. She thrashed against him, finally her foot snapping back and connecting between his legs, forcing him to drop her in pain. He growled angrily, cradling himself as she rushed forward, grabbing Spike by the hair and jerking back. He hissed lowly, mouth stained with blood. Xander acted fast, grabbing her and jerking her tight against him as he pressed back against Spike.
"Hi Buffy." He smiled, his face melting into his game face, "Like my little secret?" She froze, staring at him in shock, "I did a pretty good job at hiding it, didn't I?"
"He's been ours for awhile now." Spike pet down his sides, "Sent him into the lion's den to play with you humans."
"H-How could you? Xander, please, what happened, you could have trusted us!"
He licked Spike's fingers, "Trusted you with this? It doesn't work that way, I'm a vampire, you're a slayer." He purred lowly, "You'd love this too if you were me." Tears were running down her cheeks and Xander let her go, "Go home Buffy, forget about me, you can't change what's happened and you can't make me something that I'm not."
She looked back at him, "I'll save you Xander, I swear." She bolted, tears still flowing down her cheeks.
"I don't get to play anymore." He pressed back against him, wiggling slightly.
"Stop that pet, you're going to get me all worked up." He chuckled, "And you need to feed."
Xander pouted, "You took a lot from me. Why'd you do that? Going to turn me again?"
He chuckled, "Had to make it look real pet. Good show, I'm proud of you." He pet his hair out of his face, "Now then, go feed, we'll go after you, make sure the bint doesn't get all worked up and try to stake you although I don't think she'll be able to."
He kissed him softly before going to get dressed before taking off outside, stretching under the moonlit sky. A part of him knew that Buffy's spirit was at least partially broken by his words, the callousness of his words, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He hoped that it would deter her from attacking him, making it difficult to stake him although he already knew it would be, they had been friends for years and if she still couldn't stake Angelus after all he had done he had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to stake him either. With slow, easy steps he meandered through the town, looking for an easy meal. A low growl escaped his lips when someone grabbed him from behind; quickly he grabbed the offender's arm and flung the owner over his shoulder and onto the ground.
"I should stake you." He hissed at the fledgling vampire, not one that was made as a servant to his little family, "Who do you work for?" He growled, pinning the young vampire down easily. He growled and snapped at him causing Xander to sigh, "I hate newly turned vamps." He back handed him, hard, "Get yourself together idiot, who…sired…you." He growled, spacing his words out.
"Sired?" He looked up at him, eyes clouded in need.
Xander rolled his eyes, "Sired, you know, who killed you?"
"Some girl, so hungry."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He hit him again, "Pay attention, what'd this girl look like?"
"Really pretty but kind of weird, brown hair."
"I'm not going to get anything out of you." He jerked him up, tossing him into a nearby tree, watching as a branch impaled him, turning him to dust, "So some weird brunette vampire, great." He stretched, "I hate this town." He growled, continuing to hunt for his next meal.
He half closed his eyes, feeling the presence of his sires nearby. He smirked, running off, playing a game of 'find the childe' with them, knowing that they would eventually catch him. Easily he dodged around headstones and trees, smiling as he moved, loving the feeling of freedom he got from having no obligations, no duties to anyone but himself. He was loyal to his sires, always would be, that bond ran deep and no matter what he was determined to never be apart from them. Even if they did find a way to give him a soul then he knew his sires would find a way to get rid of it. An animalistic growl sounded around him and he was tackled to the ground as he leaped over a tombstone. He looked up, noticing the full moon and cursed, pushing against the snapping creature above him.
"Sire!" He shouted, pushing on it, growling lowly, "Dead flesh…" He grunted as it tried tot latch onto his arm, "Does not taste good!" He wiggled his legs under him, placing his feet against its chest and snapping pushing up hard, flinging the creature back so that he could scramble to his feet.
"Pet!" Spike shouted, rushing toward him, the creature already trying to get to its feet.
Xander growled softly, eyeing the creature, "Damn full moon, makes all the damn werewolves come out and play."
Angelus tackled the creature, driving a dagger into its neck, snarling angrily. The werewolf whimpered pathetically, scampering away, "You alright childe?" He questioned, walking over to them, his hands still covered in werewolf blood.
"Fine." He replied, "A touch sore but fine." He paused, "Hungry, no one's out tonight." He pouted, "The Bronze is closed."
Angelus chuckled, "I know a place. Come on; let's go see what we can dig up."
The three of them moved further away from the center of town, following Angelus to a bar on the outskirts of town. With a quick movement he kicked in the door, walking in, an air of confidence around him. He was the master here and let everyone know it. The bar was full of demons of various shapes and sizes and every one of them looked over as they entered. Angelus growled at one who went to get up to challenge him.
"I dare you." Spike chuckled, baring his teeth as Angelus headed for the bar, Xander close behind him.
Angelus held up three fingers to the bar tender, telling him what he wanted. Three glasses of blood were put on the counter, each of the three vampires taking one. Angelus and Spike took their time drinking while Xander drank quickly, not stopping until the glass was empty. He looked thoughtful for a moment, "A pos." He smiled, "Not bad flavor."
Angelus chuckled, "Good, want some more?" He took a drink of his.
Spike summoned the bar tender, "Hey, give us another!" The demon grumbled, refilling Xander's glass, "I don't like that look you're giving me. You'd better wipe it off your face before I get pissed."
"You vampires are all alike." One of the other demons in the bar said, "Bunch of pansy ass wusses who put us all in danger by breeding."
In a flash Angelus was there, slamming the demon into a wall, "We own this town; think about that while you're here, the fact that we allow you to be." He pushed back from him, turning without fear and returning to his sires.
Spike chuckled, "Good show pet." He whispered, smirking.
Angelus stretched, "Ready to go home you two?"
"Yeah." Xander replied before the three of them headed home for the night.